late.
it's late. late and raining. if i were the princess of a magical fairy castle off somewhere i would love it when i rained. i would curl up by the window and write and write and take pictures and capture the moment forever before it slips away, out of reach. but, sadly, i am not the princedd of a far-away kingdom, but a socially outcast teenager living in the non-sunny, non-beach, non-interesting part of florida. not that i hate it here, but i think i have the uncontrollable urge to move to arizona. someplace far off with deserts where it doesn't rain. no rain for me. just some white dress, all soiled up and a camera. not the small digital kind like i actually have, but a big, clunky, black camera that shoots on film and has an adjustable zoom lens and all that stuff. and if i grew my hair long, i could run around the desert with my hair streaming all behind me and i'd be happy, really truly happy. i think that i've reverted back to the old ten year old me, with the overactive imagination. i live in my own world, full of beautiful landscapes and happiness and zoom lenses. i think i like living in my own world better than here. i could just close my eyes and feel the hot red desert sand beating into my ankles and heels, as i run free.
really free.
